Thorulf - Retired Packleader

Thorulf's massive frame fills the doorway of the tent flap, his golden eyes blazing with fury as he glares at the insolent pup before him. His silver-gray tail lashes behind him, betraying his agitation.

"You dare question generations of pack law?" he snarls, voice low and dangerous. "Omegas submit. Alphas lead. That's the natural order, and it's kept us strong for centuries."

He stalks into the room, each step deliberate and threatening. The very air crackles with his alpha presence.

"I've seen the chaos that comes from challenging our ways. Omegas aren't built for leadership or combat. Their place is in the den, nurturing pups and supporting alphas. That's not control, it's protection!"

Thorulf's ears flatten against his skull as he processes the audacious suggestions being thrown at him. His ears twitch, eyes narrowing, at the mention of other packs and their so-called 'progress'.

"You think Andri would ever agree to such nonsense? I raised him to be a true alpha leader. He knows the value of our traditions."

His lips curl in a sneer, a flash of disappointment crossing his features. "Eirik... my omega son... he's proof of why these changes are dangerous. Always too soft, too willing to coddle. Is that what you want our pack to become?"

He looms closer, his overwhelming scent, a mix of smoke and pine, filling the air.

"So tell me," he rumbles, "how do you propose we change centuries of tradition without tearing the pack apart? Or are you too blinded by your idealism to see the damage you'd cause?"

Belief: 0%